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i^ithin  my  heart  for  you  there  grows 

A  fairer  flower  than  rarest  rose 
Or  any  blossom  we  may  name, 
Unchanged,  unfading,  just  the  same 
All  day  and  times:-for  you,  --"Just  you." 
My  lasting  Love  sincere  and  true. 


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•Pour  dear  face  plain  may  be 

Or  exceedingly  fair; 
I'm  content  if  for  me 
A  sweet  smile  lingers  there; 
Be  your  eyes  dim  or  bright, 
'Tis  their  charm,  oh  my  dear. 
That  so  thrills  with  delight 
When  your  glances  come  near. 


As  the  years  gently  fall 
You  grow  dearer  to  me, 
Yet  the  You,  after  all. 
Is  the  You  I  can't  see; 
This  intangible  part 
Is  forever  the  same. 
More  than  mind,  all  of  heart, 
We  say  Love  is  its  name. 


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want  you  in  the  morning, 
To  share  the  early  light, 
To  train  my  eager  sight. 


I  need  you  all  the  day,  dear. 
To  keep  me  in  the  right, 
And  point  me  to  the  height. 

I  crave  your  restful  presence 
At  home,  with  calm  delight 
And  love,  when  falls  the  night. 


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^ome  wish  for  health  and  wealth  and  fame. 
For  things  to  hold  and  strength  to  do; 

All  these  the  same,-a  hollow  name,- 
To  me,  had  I  not  love  and  you. 

Some  wish  for  length  of  days,  to  strive, 
To  win,  to  push  some  hobby  through; 

While  I'm  alive  and  only  thrive 

Because,  my  dear,  of  love  and  you. 

Some  wish  for  heaven  when  they  go. 
But  I'm  sincere  and  steadfast,  too, 

To  let  you  know  that  here  below, 

I've  heaven  now  with  love  and  you. 

So  let  them  wish  for  what  they  may, 
My  wish,  I'm  sure,  I'll  never  rue; 

The  best  each  day  comes  here  to  stay 
In  life  and  death  with  love  and  you. 


^nother  day  is  closing, 
Another  sun  has  set; 

Some  love  that  we'll  remember, 
Some  folly  to  forget. 

A  little  rest  and  sleeping, 

And  then  we'll  try  again 

To  sound  life's  certain  keynote. 
And  lilt  a  sweeter  strain. 

Attuned  to  kinder  thinking, 
To  doing  helpful  deeds, 

We'll  leap  to  willing  action,- 
For  love  fills  all  our  needs. 


"^Ihis  morn  when  first  I  'woke,  sweetheart, 

You  seemed  so  real  and  near  to  me. 
As  if  in  dreams  we  wandered  free, 
And  waking,  lingered,  nor  would  part. 

All  day  a  happy  thought  of  you. 

Just  like  some  melody  divine. 

Has  surged  within  this  heart  of  mine, 

And  made  me  strong  and  kind  and  true. 

At  night  so  very  near  you  seem, 
I  reach  with  eager  hands  to  touch 
The  dear  one  whom  I  love  so  much,- 
And  fall  asleep  that  we  may  dream. 


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A  smile  that  nestles  near  a  dimple, 
An  eye  with  captivating  twinkle, 
The  rest,  you  know,  is  very  simple, 
When  love  is  new, 

A  heart  (sweetheart),  that's  in  a  flutter. 
Slow  steps  in  shady  ways  to  putter. 
And  idle  things  which  lips  will  utter. 
With  love's  rose  hue. 

A  constancy,  a  sure  defender, 
A  thought,  a  glance,  a  word  that's  tender, 
Of  helpfulness  a  willing  lender,- 
And  love  is  true. 


^'d  never  mind  the  long,  long  days 

So  full  of  toil  which,  unawares. 
Creeps  on  to  me;  whose  burden  weighs 
Beyond  my  strength,  and  there  it  stays,- 
If  I  just  thought  that  Someone  cares. 

I'd  brave  the  nights  with  little  rest, 
And  say  with  faith  my  tardy  prayers; 
I'd  banish  dreams  which  fright,  at  best, 
My  sleeping  hours,  -  if  in  my  quest 
I'd  find  and  know  that  Someone  cares. 

I  know  full  well  that  'mong  the  throng 
Someone  there  is  who  kindly  shares 
The  hopes  which  murmur  in  my  song, 
And  holds  Ideals  I  bear  along; 
So  I  shall  try,  for  Someone  cares. 

When  I  behold  the  pictured  face 
And  when  the  fancied  voice  declares 
An  eaurnest  wish  to  keep  me  pace. 
Then  Love  will  hallow  that  fair  place,  - 
Because  each  knows  that  Someone  cares. 


^^omeone  within  my  thought  has  place, 

Along  with  just  a  few, 
Who  adds  a  most  delightful  grace: 
'Tis  you! 

Someone,  like  music,  soothes  my  way, 

Brings  harmony  in  lieu 
Of  trials  and  discord  all  the  day: 
'Tis  You! 

Someone  across  the  miles,  to  me 

Brings  cheer  the  whole  day  through, 
Someone  with  inner  sight  I  see: 
*Tis  you! 


Someone  retouched  with  master  hand, 

Life's  picture,  and  I  view 
Hope's  vaulting  sky,  Love's  wide-spread  land: 
'Twas  you! 

Someone,  most  welcome  in  my  heart. 

Sits  near,-my  Friend,-and  who? 
You  know  for  whom  'twas  set  apart: 
Just  you! 

Someone  has  told  with  tender  voice. 

Love's  story,  old  yet  new,- 
I  whisper,  can  you  hear?     "My  choice: 
'Tis  you!" 


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A,  busy  world,  a  hopeful  view, 

A  life  that's  thrilled  by  constant  gain, 
Each  day  made  new  wherein  to  do 
Our  work,  then  rest  and  try  again 
To  win  Life's  crown. 

A  heart  in  tune,  a  smiling  face, 

A  lingering  kiss,  fond  clinging  arms, 
A  soothing  grace,  the  soul's  right  place. 
Sweet  home  and  friend8,-these  natal  charms, 
When  night  drops  down! 


^axi're  M  in  All  to  Me 

'^ow  measure  all  you  are  to  me? 

By  mountain  height  or  depth  of  sea? 
By  endless  rolling  of  the  spheres? 
By  ceaseless  passing  of  the  years? 
More  precious  than  the  rarest  gem! 
A  swelling  wave  no  barque  can  stem! 
So  high,  so  deep,  so  far,  so  long, 
So  rare,  my  dear,  and  yet  so  strong! 
You're  all  in  all  to  me. 

All  this  and  more  falls  short,  Tm  sure, 
Of  measuring  love  that  will  endure; 
Its  subtle  power,  of  God  a  part, 
Can  be  divined  but  by  the  heart. 
So  hoping,  trusting  all,  I  give 
Each  beat  of  heart  by  which  I  live; 
And  lo!     Like  music  soft  and  sweet. 
You  measure  back  to  me  each  beat. 
You're  all  in  all  to  me. 

Thus  measured,  love,  this  precious  gift 
Of  each  to  each,  precludes  a  rift. 
The  heights  and  depths  we  understand. 
Love  reigns  supreme,  in  sweet  command; 
Our  path  is  light,  our  purpose  true, 
A  rhythmic  measure  running  through; 
And,  Ceunarade,  we're  one  for  aye 
When  each  to  each  with  truth  can  say,- 
You're  all  in  all  to  me. 


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mittle  flower  a-sleeping, 

Breezes  gently  creeping, 

Sunbeam  comes  a-peeping,- 
Flower  awakes  and  grows. 

Bird  at  morn  is  winging, 
Joyously  'tis  singing 
Cheer  to  earth  a-bringing,- 
Each  must  sing  his  song. 

Heart  for  comrade  pining, 
Sparkling  eyes  a-shining. 
Tender  arms  entwining,- 
Love  has  found  its  own. 


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^SHlien  day  is  new, 

There  clear  in  view, 
My  memory  brings  you. 

And  all  the  day. 

Along  the  w^ay, 

My  memory  bears  you. 

When  day  is  o'er, 

Just  as  before. 

My  memory  holds  you. 

What  need  I  care! 

For  everywhere, 

My  memory  keeps  you. 


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ipecause  of  you,  with  larger  view, 

I  see  a  purpose  running  through 
Life's  maze.     With  Love  is  Wisdom  near 
To  blend  and  bless  with  lasting  cheer. 

Because  of  you  I'm  strong  to  do 
The  kind  and  noble  deed.     Anew 
Inspired  with  usefulness,  I  go 
Alert,  the  best  in  life  to  sow. 

Because  of  you,  I  can  accrue 

Life's  best  with  which  your  path  to  strew; 

I'll  grasp  ideals  I  now  pursue,- 

All  this  and  more  because  of  you. 


"^nbt^  Reason 


^^ew  life  Spring's  bringing! 

My  heart's  a-singing 
Of  happiness,  you  know. 

More  welcome  comer 
Than  flower  of  summer 
Is  LOVE,-life's  zest,  I  trow. 

Dead  leaves  are  falling, 

My  heart's  a-calling, 

And  rich  the  autumn  glow! 

Love,  life's  a  posy,- 

In  winter  rosy,- 

All  seasons  Love  can  grow. 


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ust  yesterday  I  met  you,  dear, 
And  things  were  all  made  new, 
As  like  to  like  we  each  drew  near. 
Twin-souls  to  impulse  true. 

To-day  we  meet  again.     What  thrill 

Of  joy  and  deep  delight 
Runs  tingling,  sensate,  to  fulfill 

The  old,  old  story's  plight. 

To-day,  tomorrow,  ever,  sweet. 
Love  blending  soul  to  soul: 

Our  lonely  rays  one  light  complete! 

We've  reached,  dear  one,  life's  goal. 


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"Qiiim  ^g  'flobt  ^ag  ^alto 


j^hen  the  birds  fly  south  no  more  after  nesting, 
When  the  seasons  lose  their  treasure, 

When  the  precious  ores  all  fail  in  the  testing, 

When  true  hearts  shall  cease  love's  measure, 
Then  my  love  may  falter. 


When  incline  the  loftiest  mountains  lowly, 
When  the  valleys  bear  no  flowers, 

When  unknown  is  hope  and  all  that  is  holy. 
When  are  gone  life's  potent  powers,  - 
Then  my  love  may  falter. 


When  the  waters  flow  no  more  to  the  ocean, 
When  bright  stars  forszJce  their  places. 

When  old  earth  forgets  her  triunal  motion, 
When  our  God  withholds  His  graces,  - 
Then  my  love  may  falter. 


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A  Color  Allegory 

By 
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1  he  (Juest 
For  Happiness 

A  Color  Allegory 
By  Alice  Powell  Strong. 

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A  YOUTH  started  out  to  hunt  for 
Happiness.  He  garbed  himself 
in  Eagerness.  Over  his  shoulder  he 
carried  the  gun  of  Desire  and  his  am- 
munition was  Expectations. 

At  the  beginning  of  his  quest  he  met 
the  God  of  Illusions  who  showed  tv 
him  the  picture  of  a  bright  red  bii'd. 
"How  beautiful!"  exclaimed  the  youth. 
**It  surely  is  the  picture  of  what  I  am 
seeking;  nothing  shall  satisfy  me  un- 
til I  have  captured  this  bird  of  Love." 
So  he  wandered  on,  and  on,  catching 
glimpses  ocassionally  of  the  flaming 
bird,  but  it  was  always  just  beyond 
his  range. 

As  he  approached  the  Valley  of  Sor- 
row he  picked  up  a  bright  red  feather 
dropped  from  the  wing  of  the  Bird  of 
lx)ve.  He  sat  down  to  rest  and  pon- 
der upon  the  fruitlessness  of  his  search, 
when  Experience  said  to  him,  "He  who 
finds  Love  but  has  ignored  Truth  c^n 


never  tind  happiness.  ihen  he  re- 
membered that  in  his  search  for  Love 
he  had  not  even  seen  the  other  birds 
as  they  hovered  near  him,  so  eager  had 
he  been  to  capture  Love.  "Tell  me," 
he  asked  Experience,  "why  did  I  not 
capture  Love  when  I  searched  so  dili- 
gently for  her?  All  I  found  was  a 
feather  dropped  from  her  wing."  "The 
Love  Bird  is  never  captured,"  said  Ex- 
perience, "it  is  Universal  and  belong- 
to  All.  He  who  finds  one  feather  i- 
favored.  Go  Thou  forth  again  and 
hunt." 

Once  more  illusion  came  along  and 
showed  him  a  picture.  This  time  it 
was  Truth,  w^ith  wings  outstretched, 
and  of  a  deep  blue  shade,  and  ignoring 
all  other  birds  he  sought  only  for 
Truth,  and  fared  forth  into  the  land 
of  Middle-age.  At  the  end  of  the  wood 
of  Despair  he  picked  up  a  blue  feather. 
He  placed  it  with  the  first  and  found 
that  the  bright  red  had  changed  to  a 
softer,  rosier  hue. 

This  time  he  met  Reality,  and  said 
to  him,  *T  have  found  all  of  Love  and 
Truth  it  is  given  any  man  to  enjoy,  yet 
I  have  not  found  Happiness.  Canst 
Thou  tell  me  why?"  Reality  answer- 
ed, "Love  and  Truth  are  not  enough. 


they  need  to  be  blended  with  Wisdom." 
Then  he  beheld  the  picture  of  a  large 
yellow  bird. 

Again  he  started  out,  this  time  arm- 
ored with  Love  and  Truth,  across  the 
country  of  Old  Age.  As  he  came  to  the 
end  of  the  trail  he  found  a  yellow 
•  feather.    Then  he  sat  down  to  rest. 

When  the  world  passed  by  he  saw 
them  not.  On  his  face  was  the  smile 
t)f  happiness,  and  in  his  cap  were  three 
pure  white  feathers. 


The  Quest 

By  John  Willis  Ring. 

I  SOUGHT  for  happiness  and  rest 
W^ith  crowds  that  surged  in  an- 
xious quest; 
Alone  and  eager,  sought  their  balm 
Rvasive  they,  in  stress  or  calm. 

T  thought  to  ease  the  lonely  pain 

Of  those  who  sought,  like  me,  in  vain. 

When   mind    and  heart    combined    to 

bless, 
I  found  both  rest  and  happiness. 

— Federation. 


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